Henry Winkler’s got it made
on the streets of our square mile
he can march across old London Bridge
with his goat in single file
He can walk in drunken stupor
on the streets of our square mile
he can march across old London Bridge
with his goat in single file
He can walk in drunken stupor
with his naked sword unsheathed
no chance of being press ganged
our Lord Mayor’s Charter has bequeathed
Happy days in London town
its thumbs up for the Fonz
should they need to stretch his neck at all
they’ll hang him high in silken bonds
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